My heart hunts to be captured.
Runs to be chased.
And sits in denial.
Bring it on.
With all of your defenses.
This doesn't get easier as you backstep.
As if a full picture you are trying to receive.
Are you a joke?
Or is this an inappropriate time,
For your life to be lived.
And your dreams of securing a house,
Don't overwork that smirk.
I'm not worth it.
I don't want you to use that much energy on me.
I desire to be called many things,
For several reasons.
I too have needs unlike most.
I too am the host of my own fears,
Must we discuss,
The lost side of negativity?
I choose not to reset bitterness,
To sit within me and make uncomfortable,
If I had been obvious...
You'd be deplete of imagination.
At the lost of benefit,
And at your expense!
He felt the pain.
But sought the beauty within it.
Alone in fame.
He stood on peaks no one has known.
There is nothing we have in common,
Except for a distance kept.
I see no reason for us to pretend,
There is something there...
Touching are words expressed,
When hearts are filled with such emptiness.
Touching is that lost contact,